Tom.
"I'm not out of my head," smiled Timothy Thurston wanly. "Doc
Gitney will tell you that. Come---for I'm growing very tired.
Can you swing this outfit and push the S.B. & L. through within
charter time?"
"I---I---hardly know what to say," stammered Tom, who felt dizzy
from the sudden rush of blood to his head.
"Have you the courage to try?"
"Yes, sir---_I have_!" came, without further hesitation from Tom
Reade. "I believe I'll succeed, at that, for I'll stake health,
and even life, on winning out!"
"That's what I like to hear," breathed Mr. Thurston, an added flush
coming to his own face.
"Gentlemen, it's time to leave," warned Dr. Gitney, watching his
patient.
"One moment more, Doc," insisted the chief engineer feebly.
"Gentlemen, you've heard what has just been said. Will everyone of
you pledge himself on his honor to drop all feeling that might
interfere? Will you all stand loyally by Reade, take his orders
and help boost him and all the rest of us through to victory in this
big game?"
"I will!" spoke Jack Rutter earnestly and with a deep sigh of relief.
The others added their promises.
"Reade, you will take full charge here," continued Timothy Thurston.
"Notify Mr. Howe, too, at once. You and he will not need to
conflict with each other in any way. Also notify the president
of the road, at the New York offices. Wire him at once. Now---thank
you all, gentlemen. I believe I shall have to stop and go to sleep."
"Get out, all of you," came firmly from bearded, middle-aged Dr.
Gitney. "You fellows now have your acting chief to look to, and
you don't need to bother a sick man any more."
When Tom Reade stepped outside, on the heels of the others, he
certainly didn't feel as though treading on air. Instead, he
wondered if he were going to reel and totter, so dizzy did he
feel over the sudden realization of the responsibilities he had
taken upon himself.
"Give us our orders, chief," begged Matt Rice, with a grin, when Tom
joined the others over by the mess tent.
"Wait a few moments," urged Reade. "I don't really know whether
I am chief or a joke."
"Great Scott! After lecturing me the way you did, you are not going
to get cold feet, are you?" gasped Jack Rutter.
"You'll know what I mean before long," Tom murmured. "I signaled
to Dr. Gitney to follow me as soon as he could."
"How does it seem to know that you have only to beckon and that men
must follow?" laughed Jo
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